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2/4/11

I wrote this two years ago when I was a student at Liberty University...Though some of you may have read it already I wanted to "re-share" this in light of the recent snow dump on my town of Fort Worth, enjoy!

My scarf around my neck, and coat pulled over me, I’m staying warm-but in awe. Footstep trodden pathways are covered once again by the white flakes rushing over the surface to the whistling of the wind. The Branches of every tree stand as skeletons weighted down by the snow fall-so beautifully burdened, so elegantly veiled …

The sun is beginning to peek through the fingers of the trees and bushes alike-penetrating through the morning fog and shadows of the buildings around me…As the light kisses the surface, it sparkles in such a captivating way...It holds me, stealing my attention and my thoughts…

My God created this, he created all of it. There are so many dimensions of that which we can’t possibly understand. The arrogance that even I have, to call myself an artist when this-this is what is beautiful… All I can do is copy, recreate and replicate images and representations of this beauty…the thought of imagining something purely original into existence, is so, incomprehensible, so amazingly divine… My savior says to the snow “’Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour,’ So that all men he has made may know his work, he stops every man from his labor.” (Job 37:6-7). The Bible says that “He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes” (Psalm 147:16). That’s such an image…such a mind- boggling concept to me, so incredibly humbling. David pleads to the Lord, “Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow” (Psalm 51:7). And God grants this-Isaiah 1:18 says, “though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though you are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.”

We are forgiven. Though crimson tides may was over us; we are forgiven. Though we get lost in ourselves and doubt our creator, even daily, we are still so dearly loved! Forgiveness and compassion like no man could wrap his mind around-this is what my Father in heaven offers me, what he offers you…

I trudge through this snow, sometime even over the edges of the tops of my boots-everything is smooth, faults in the ground are covered and invisible from where I stand…So pure, so white, so untouched and crisp-This to my bewilderment, is how my savior sees me, this is how he sees you… Praise the Lord..